No matter whether my writing is bad or not, in short, I type a lot of words, and I am reluctant to just turn in the homework and finish it. Therefore, teachers, next, it is my homework for the students:
every time I go to bed, I am always reluctant to wake up in the morning. It's not that the bed is entangled by the big devil, but the magnificence of the dream, which is always surprising.
The teenager was still drunk and dreaming as always, until the scene disappeared at noon.
"Then, where exactly is it."
This is a sentence that the young man will always ask every time he wakes up. He is shocked by the appearance of that world.
I don't know when I entered this situation, I don't know which character I am in this drama at this time, I don't know why I cry, why I laugh, but I can feel all the joys and sorrows. I don't know when the story begins, but the end is almost completely forgotten. There's never been a completely logical plot, but it's not all crazy. All landscapes are either normal with the absurd, or absurd with the usual.
Also, the people inside.
The young man seemed to have lived through several different lives in the dream. Although he almost forgot all about it when he woke up, he only had a little thought, all the time. Emotions for that person.
The teenager clearly remembered that no matter what story she was in, her shadow would always appear in it. He remembers the joy with her, the sadness with her, the comfort with her, and the tension with her. The young man thought about it all the time, but he couldn't remember anything but feelings with her.
He felt as if he was missing something, in his heart. Since then, the young man has been in a daze because of his heart. From the eyes of others, the young man is no different from being in the world and entering a dream. One day later, the teenager fell asleep and no longer entered the dream state. Since then, he has never entered the dream state again.
The young man was completely empty, he seemed to be thrown back by that world, thrown back into this reality that he had not visited for a long time, but was his real existence.
He looked at himself and around him. He didn't know how much time he had wasted like this. He was nostalgic for the dream, but also annoyed at himself. While repenting, he started his life again.
Many days have passed, and although the young man is still a young man, he is no longer the self he used to be. One night, he went back to the place where he had been entangled day and night, and he saw that feeling again, that dream. Early in the morning, when the young man woke up, he was no longer trapped in the dream, but it was definitely not because he was indifferent to the dream.
The boy saw her again, and without completely forgetting it again, he brought back a sentence.
"You are here, I am the only one." The
teacher is sorry, the number of words seems to be out of control.
One day without tea is like three days without water. I, Meng, and the boy in this story have some of the same feelings, because sometimes we all have dreams that we really want to think about and recall, this kind of dream , each unique and beautiful, each like a world, absurd and magical. I don't want to lack the existence of dreams in my life, and I also don't want to lack the existence of books, because lack of anything will make my life lack different colors.
The whole animation of Magic Flying Book gives people an indescribable feeling. In the animation, the color in the protagonist's world is lost, the text is lost, the protagonist enters the world of books, begins to understand books, reads, and the color of his own world gradually returns. When the protagonist is no longer lost, the book will be extradited to the next one. A child who has lost color.
I like reading books very much. I have probably borrowed no less than 40 or 50 books since I came to this school. Books, to me, are like the stories above. Books are not only the dream in the story, but also the real life in the story. The book is magical like a dream. Each book is a different story, an experience that I have never had. Books can also alert people, pull people out of the swamp of lost paths, and fill the desolation in people's hearts. In the animation, there is a plot of healing old books, which I think is the most important plot in the entire animation. He tells people the value of books: reading. Only by reading can books have life and words have meaning. Reading books can enrich the heart and enrich the life. As in the above story, a good life is the life of a dream.
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